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From: "Georgie Porgie" <georgieporgie@fastmail.fm>
Subject: {ASSM} Kidnap in Richmond {Georgie Porgie} (M/g8 pedo kidnap bond implied-rape)
Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2003 04:10:09 -0400
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          Don't skip over this disclaimer!  It's important!

       This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www

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"If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no
business telling a man, sitting alone in his own house, what books he
may read or what films he may watch."  -- Justice Thurgood Marshall

Never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A STORY
because you're under some stupid arbitrary age that changes from country
to country, and year to year.  But if you're under the stupid arbitrary
age at the particular time and place you read this, keep quiet about it.

And never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A
STORY because some people currently in power in the place you live (no
matter if that's your country or your home) have decided THEY don't like
to read what YOU like to read.  But if they've 'banned' this story, then
keep quiet about it reading it.

The author does not condone abuse of any person, by any other person,
regardless of the ages, genders, heritage, or political or biological
relationships between any of the persons involved.  Abuse includes any
activity done without the willing participation of everyone directly
involved, unless done to prevent other abuse under this definition.
But it also includes using force or threats to interfere in, disrupt,
or prevent the activities of others NOT committing abuse under this
definition, by others who are NOT directly involved.  Any person guilty
of abuse under this definition should be arrested to prevent such abuse.

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books
are well written or badly written.  That is all."  -- Oscar Wilde

Fantasies are fantasies, and are not real life.  This story is a FANTASY
and if it involves abuse of anyone by anyone else, then nobody should
act that way in real life, nor tolerate anyone else acting that way in
real life.  But neither should anyone object, in real life, to anyone
else's FANTASIES, let alone try to justify real-life abuse because of
them.  In over 30 years of reading and writing stories like this, the
author has NEVER hurt any real person, nor tolerated anyone else doing
so.  Enjoying FANTASIES like this DOES NOT and NEED NOT not make anyone
a monster in real life, as long as they understand that real people are
not to be treated this way.

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This story is Copyrighted (C) by Georgie Porgie.  All rights reserved.
It may be FREELY reposted to any appropriate newsgroup providing all the
following conditions are met:

1. This header remains attached to the story unchanged.
2. The full disclaimers below remain unchanged.
3. The subject line is unchanged, allowing potential readers to decide
   to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it.
4. The story is posted unaltered, either by addition or deletion.

People who flood the newsgroup with a hundred stories, none of which
have story codes, are obnoxious morons wasting the time of everyone
reading the group, and providing nothing of value.  I don't want any
of my stories to be posted by obnoxious morons.

It may be FREELY archived on any appropriate web site providing all the
following conditions are met:

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   rather than rudely BYPASSING all of the descriptions and disclaimers
   that would otherwise be required.
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   (including, but not limited to, 'registration' or charging a fee),
2. The link title includes enough description to allow readers to decide
   to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it, and
3. The reader is required to SEE, if not read, the full disclaimers and
   description prior to deciding whether to read the story, just like it
   is on http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
4. The story is archived unaltered, either by addition or deletion.

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                         Kidnap in Richmond

               (M/g8 pedo kidnap bond implied-rape)

This fantasy involves kidnapping by deception, bondage, and impending
rape (never actually described) of an eight-year-old girl, by a man.

I'm not into gore and grossness, so the only bodily fluid you'll find
in the following is tears, and there is no physical injury described.
(If you want that sort of thing, you'll have to imagine it yourself.)
If that doesn't sound like a fantasy you would enjoy, then either don't
read it, or blame yourself.  I'm not forcing anyone to read this
fantasy.

As always, this story is not real, has never happened, and I hope
will never happen, and any resemblance to any real or imaginary person,
character, structure, or place is purely an unintentional coincidence.

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                         Kidnap in Richmond

                          by Georgie Porgie
                           1 January 1988


     Wandering through Jefferson Plaza shopping mall in Richmond one
day, I happened to be in the right place at the right time.  I was
waiting in line at a water fountain when I overheard the conversation
between an ugly woman (aren't they all?) and a pretty girl about eight
years old.

     "Mom, I have to go to the bathroom," the girl said, as she stepped
away from the fountain and wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her dress.

     "Ok, Cindy, it's there, down this hall, by the exit there.  See it?
Meet me back in World of Fabric, and don't dawdle," the bitch answered.
The ugly one turned and walked quickly down the hall back to the main
mall, and disappeared around the corner.

     The pretty one, named Cindy as I now knew, unhurriedly walked down
the hall the other way, toward the exit and the restrooms.  After the
ugly bitch was gone, I followed Cindy as quickly and unobtrusively as
possible.  She found the proper room and slipped inside.  This exit was
rarely used, since it opened onto a very small parking lot unconnected
to the main lot.  There were restrooms closer to the main mall.  Few
people came down this way, and if they did, I could choose two obvious
excuses for me to be following her.  I cautiously listened at the door
of the girl's room, ready to move on to the exit if anyone came.  At
first I was going to settle for walking behind her back to the mall,
admiring her legs.  But then I had another idea, bold and daring, and
extremely risky.  I quickly decided that I was never likely to get an
opportunity like this again, with so little risk.

     I heard her flush, counted to ten, and pushed the door open with my
knuckles, without knocking.  I caught her just finishing pulling her
panties up, and she quickly flipped her dress back down over them.

     "Who are you? What are doing in here!?" she challenged angrily.

     "I'm an undercover policeman," I told her.  "I've got bad news for
you, Cindy.  Your mother has been arrested for shoplifting and she's
being taken to the police station.  I've been sent to get you and bring
you to the station to meet her."

     "What do you mean, shoplifting?  She wouldn't do that!" she
protested.

     "That's up to the judge to decide, but I know she is definitely
on her way to the station right now.  She told me where to find you."
I gave her my most sympathetic look and reached out my hand to her.
"Look, Cindy, if I get you there fast enough you can go home with her
when she's released.  If she's gone when we get there, you'll have to
spend the night in juvenile hall.  That's a jail for mean kids, in case
you didn't know; it's mostly for mean boys, but there are a few nasty
girls there, too.  We don't have much time, Cindy.  Come with me, right
now."

     She took my hand and I led her out of the restroom.  I glanced both
ways down the hallway before stepping out.  The way was clear, and I led
her down the short distance to the exit.  I pulled her along at a rapid
pace as we went to my car.  No one paid paid much notice to us.

     "You sit in the back seat," I commanded, "and buckle the lap belt.
I'm sorry, Cindy, but I have to handcuff you.  It's regulations."  I
pulled two pair of handcuffs from the bottom of a duffle bag I keep
under the front seat.  Mostly it was for fantasies, but I sometimes took
it along 'just in case' and this time it finally paid off.  Cindy had
the seatbelt in place around her slender waist.  I wanted to get out of
there as fast as possible but I couldn't take a chance on some driver
seeing her when she realized I wasn't going anywhere near any police,
let alone a station.  I cuffed her wrists together and pushed the cuffs
tight.  They were child-size "toy" handcuffs, but they were solid metal
and she wouldn't have a prayer once I got the other pair and the ropes
on her.

     "Why my feet, too?" she wondered as I slipped the other cuffs
around her ankles and snapped them solid.

     "Regulations," I replied.  "Now lean over and put your hands
down by your feet."  She did so, completely confused but completely
submissive.  I quickly looped a rope from the duffle bag around the
chains of the cuffs and tied them together so she couldn't sit up.

     "I don't like this!" Cindy complained as I started the engine and
drove out, as fast as legally possible.  I was going to obey every speed
limit, signal every turn, stop completely at every stop sign, and keep
a sharp eye out for pigs.  I sure didn't need to get stopped for some
stupid mistake right about now.  I figured I had about six more minutes
before the pigs heard that Cindy was missing.  I wanted to be miles away
by then.

     I drove residential streets instead of main roads, since I figured
the pigs couldn't watch all the small roads.  When I spotted a church
with a fenced parking lot, I pulled in and around behind, where I
would be out of sight of onlookers with very little risk of anyone
interrupting me.  I climbed over the seat and sat beside her.

     "Are we there?" she asked.

     "No, I just remembered I have to search you, Cindy.  Regulations,
you know.  I'm going to untie the rope, but don't try anything funny."

     "Search me for what?  Hurry up, I don't want to go to jail
tonight."

     "I have to search you for weapons.  You know, guns, knives, razor
blades, forks, needles, pins or anything you could use as a weapon.  I
have to search every place you could have hidden a weapon.  Ok, now lay
down on the seat."  I turned her face down and swung her legs up onto
the seat.  I wound the left seat belt strap around the cuffs on her
ankles, then looped the right belt through the loops of the cuffs on
her wrists and snapped it shut.  Then I unhooked the middle seatbelt.

     "What's that for?" Cindy wanted to know.  "I don't need to be tied
up like a criminal, I'm not going to try to get away, I just want my
mother back!"

     "We'll see," I answered.  I looked once more around the parking
lot of the church, decided it was safe, and abandoned all caution
as unnecessary, only spoiling my fun.  I prepared to drop the
pretense as soon as she caught on that this was no longer according
to 'regulations'.  I didn't think it would take her very long.

     She began squirming, but didn't protest, as I slid my hands along
her legs, up inside her dress, and over her bottom.  Her dress followed
my hands up her back, to her shoulders, then stayed there as my hands
made the return trip along her sides.  I slid my fingers inside her
panties and felt her bottom.  She gasped in surprise when I slid my
fingers into her crack and felt her up and down.  "Hey!" she exclaimed
when I poked my forefinger between her legs, but she settled down again
when I withdrew it.

     With the back of her dress still up at her shoulders and the back
of her panties still down, revealing her bottom, I turned her over.
"Do you really have to do this?  I don't like this at all!" she whined.
Again I started from her knees, caressing her soft warm skin, then
the wrinkle of panties covering her pussy, then skin again as I slid
her dress up past her tiny pink titties, to her neck.  "Stop it!" she
demanded.  "This isn't nice, I'm going to tell on you to my mother!"  I
rubbed her tits in circular motions, then watched her squirm as I slid
my hands down toward her cute Care-Bears panties again.  "No!!  Oh don't
do that, stop it please!  Stop it!  Eeeeaaiiee!" she screamed when she
felt her panties slide off her pussy and my fingers begin probing her
there.

     I slid her panties down even further, leaving them wrapped around
her ankles.  She was bucking and screaming, but the windows were up and
my car really holds in the noise.  My ears began to hurt, but no one
else could hear her.  I wrenched her dress over her head and twisted it
tightly around her wrists.  I removed my own clothes next, contemplating
the delicious feast laid out before my eyes.  She quieted down, both
verbally and bodily, as I undressed, saving her strength for the final
struggle.  I gazed upon her slender little-girl's body, the light
downiness of her legs and arms, the cute dimple of her belly button,
the clean pink mound of her pussy with a deeper pink slit barely showing
inside it, her long straight brown hair which I stroked, leaving a lock
around her neck.

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      This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
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